Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lalo Schifrin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry's Kids,
In Retrospect,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
Arcadia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arab on Radar,
Funkadelic,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
Pulsallama,
June of 44,
Bill Wells,
Nirvana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Angels of Light,
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Hood,
Thompson Twins,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Q65,
Heaven 17,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.